Chapter 63: 24 Hours Until the Big One
Kim Jun woke at dawn, earlier than anyone else after a night that still clung to his skin.
After unleashing every last drop of the stamina he had stored up, it rose stiff and insistent again the moment morning arrived.
“Huuuup!”
He stretched, sitting up, and caught sight of Gaya lying on her side beside him, her back turned.
She was sleeping so peacefully that even when he stroked her curly hair, she showed no sign of waking.
Kim Jun ran his hand down her body—she had fallen asleep wearing nothing but a torn stocking.
When he kneaded her perfectly sized breasts, the still-sleeping Gaya twitched.
“Mmm….”
As she curled inward at his touch, Kim Jun wrapped his arms around her from behind and kept his hands moving.
His fingers traveled from her breasts to her soft belly, drawing rougher breaths from her. When they slid lower and brushed the slightly coarse hair between her legs, the twitching Gaya slowly opened her eyes.
“Huuung~”
“Awake now?”
Kim Jun kissed her forehead and gently helped her sit up.
The sight of her—bedhead and all—waking from deep sleep only to grow aroused by a man’s hands was strangely adorable.
Gaya scratched her head, then stood and peeled off the ruined stockings, revealing her naked body.
At the same moment Kim Jun rose and pulled her into a tight embrace from behind.
“Mmm?”
The rigid heat pressing against her backside made heat bloom through her body again the instant she woke.
“We can’t. What if someone catches us right now?”
“It’s fine. We’ve got about thirty minutes.”
Knowing the girls’ usual pattern of waking and preparing breakfast, Kim Jun saw no problem as his hands continued to massage her breasts.
“Haa~”
Gaya let out a small sigh, eyes drifting to the condom wrappers scattered across the floor.
They had gone through three condoms last night plus two rounds with her mouth before she passed out, yet Kim Jun’s stamina still seemed boundless.
“Then… make it quick….”
Since they had already come this far, she simply hoped her sisters wouldn’t catch them. She quietly moved to the bed, bent forward, and lay face-down.
Kim Jun gripped her hips and gently spread them apart.
Squelch—
The wet sound accompanied the sight of her glistening, spread entrance. Kim Jun retrieved a condom from the drawer and tore the wrapper open.
Less than five minutes after waking, their morning sex began in earnest.
“Ugh!”
Gaya bit down hard on the bedsheet, her body jerking with every thrust.
It was a magical jolt that yanked her straight out of her drowsy haze.
Kim Jun gripped her ass firmly and drove his hips forward.
Thrust— thrust— slap! slap!
The fierce pistoning and the sharp sounds of colliding flesh continued without pause. In response, the pressure inside her kept tightening.
It wasn’t as wet as the night before, but Kim Jun’s relentless movements stretched her open while fresh excitement flooded Gaya’s body in place of morning clarity. Soon she was moving with him.
Matching the way her walls clamped down with maximum force in such a short time, Kim Jun thrust even harder.
“Ahht! Ung!”
Moans began slipping past the sheet she was chewing. Kim Jun’s hands moved from her hips to wrap around her waist, then slid upward to capture and knead both breasts.
With roughly thirty minutes left before the others woke and came down from the second floor, he had exactly ten minutes remaining when her final, powerful squeeze triggered his release.
Spurt— spurttt— splurt—
Even after finishing, Kim Jun kept his arms around her, savoring the lingering wriggles inside.
In the brief silence that followed, Gaya beneath him slowly stirred.
“Okay~ that’s enough. We’re really going to get caught.”
At her words, Kim Jun grabbed tissues, carefully withdrew, and wiped her soaked folds clean.
After one last kiss, Gaya slipped on her panties and bra, threw on a robe, quietly opened the door, checked the hallway, and slipped out.
Luckily no one seemed to have noticed. She headed straight for the shower room.
Kim Jun sprayed air freshener around the master bedroom once, then made his way to his private bathroom.
(Bathroom – 15 Minutes Ago)
The girl who had woken earlier than usual was running water for a bath when sudden noises came from the next room.
Slap— slap— bang! bang!
“Ung! Kkueuk!”
“Haa— haa! Getting tighter already?”
The intense slapping sounds and the all-too-familiar cries of her older sister.
Do Kyung’s face flushed bright red. Curiosity won out; she pressed her ear against the large mirror on the wall.
“Ugh! Before anyone comes….”
“!!!”
Before she could be discovered, Do Kyung quietly opened the bathroom door and slipped into the small room opposite the master bedroom.
Inside, Emily was sleeping without a care in the world, one hand shoved under her t-shirt, scratching her belly. Do Kyung let out a sigh at how comfortably she slept.
She hunched her shoulders and exhaled deeply.
“…Traitors!”
She herself had been too embarrassed by even the slightest touch to approach him, yet after learning her sisters were having fierce sex with Kim Jun oppa, a sense of unfairness bloomed inside her.
Even during breakfast that morning she remained painfully aware of him, but he ate as though nothing had happened.
When their eyes met and he stared at her curiously, her face burned again and she quickly looked away.
They must have gone at it like that while everyone else was sleeping, right?
Just thinking about it made her heart race all over again.
Crash!
“Ah! Damn it!”
“What? What happened?”
The sudden sound of breaking glass sent Kim Jun running from the bathroom after lunch, toothbrush still in his mouth, foam dripping from his lips.
In the kitchen he found shattered glass scattered across the floor and In Ah clutching a hand that poured blood.
“In Ah!”
“Are you okay? Unnie?”
When Nanika reached for a kitchen towel, In Ah thrust out her uninjured hand to stop her from coming closer.
Mari hurried over and examined the wound.
“What happened? How deep is it?”
“Ugh… I dropped a glass cup and….”
She had tried to clean up the broken pieces by hand and ended up slicing herself. The cut was deep; blood refused to stop flowing. The moment Mari tried to apply pressure, sharp pain flared.
“Ah, aaah!!”
“Oh no, is there glass still inside?”
“…I don’t know.”
“Let me look!”
Kim Jun grabbed a broom and swept every visible shard off the floor, warning the others to stay clear while he meticulously wiped up even the tiniest fragments with a rag.
Inside the kitchen, a few screams later, Mari announced “Got it!” and pulled out the embedded glass with tweezers before treating the wound properly.
“Why do I keep seeing these girls bleed?”
Between the time Rana and Nanika had tumbled down the stairs and now this, Kim Jun let out a long, heavy sigh at how accident-prone they were even inside the house.
He informed everyone except Eun Ji, who was knitting up in the attic room.
“Did she get hurt badly?”
“They removed a glass shard that was stuck in her hand.”
“Oh dear!”
Eun Ji shook her head at the news.
“Looks like I’ll have to handle cooking duty for a while.”
“Poor In Ah unnie…”
Seeing Rana’s worried face, he quietly stroked her hair and patted it.
“Ah?”
“The scar’s barely visible anymore.”
Rana’s forehead had been torn open last time, leaving her entire face swollen, but after the scab fell away the mark had almost disappeared.
“Everyone be careful. We keep having accidents even inside the house.”
“Yes, we’ll pay attention.”
After the warning, Kim Jun glanced at the nearly finished knitting project that was beginning to resemble an actual garment.
“Where are the others?”
“Gaya unnie and the rest said they were going to exercise on the first floor.”
“Hmm, got it.”
Kim Jun told the two girls and stepped outside.
Meanwhile, three top stars had been working out until evening.
Do Kyung carefully adjusted each exercise for Gaya and Emily’s bodies.
“That’s it. Unnie, finish with this set.”
“Kkueeeung!”
Watching the two women throw themselves into training, Do Kyung finally called a stop.
“Whew, all done.”
The top stars who had followed Do Kyung’s program sat down, drank cold water, and rested.
Throughout, Do Kyung kept stealing glances at Gaya.
Gaya noticed the look and slowly turned toward her.
Emily immediately inserted herself between them.
“Ah~ Do you two have something to talk about? Why’s the mood so weird?”
“W-what?”
When Do Kyung bristled, Gaya smiled softly and spoke to her junior.
“Do Kyung, do you have something to tell unnie?”
“Ugh, it’s not like that…”
With a kind, motherly expression, Gaya had decided to listen to all her sisters’ worries as the eldest.
“Don’t worry. Unnie will listen to anything.”
Unaware it concerned the very man in question, Do Kyung looked back and forth between the two as Gaya spoke gently.
Maybe Emily too….
She had seen Emily flirt with Kim Jun more than once or twice, so it made sense. In the end, convinced both of them had already slept with him, Do Kyung simply gulped down more water.
Emily slung an arm around Do Kyung’s shoulders and leaned in with her blonde curls.
“Come on~ Our volleyball star~ Tell unnies what’s going on~”
“G-go away! You smell like sweat!”
“Hmm~ But oppa likes it, doesn’t he?”
“Ugh!”
The moment her sore spot was poked, Do Kyung’s temper flared. Gaya asked carefully.
“Do Kyung, did you and Jun oppa…”
“What are you even talking about?”
“Aha~?”
Emily smiled as if the whole puzzle had clicked into place. Gaya, meanwhile, felt a sinking dread at the possibility that this girl had witnessed the morning’s events.
Suddenly the three of them launched into an evaluation of Kim Jun.
“When he first told us to strip, I asked if it really had to be me… Thinking back now, it’s so fucking embarrassing.”
Gaya tapped her own head, remembering the misunderstanding that had led to that line.
Emily looked at Do Kyung and added, “And there’s the girl who threw a fit just because someone ate one slice of spam from the fridge.”
“Unnie!”
“So are we all starving because of it?”
“….”
They all remembered those early days when eight people had eyed one another warily and fought over every scrap of food.
Do Kyung, unaware that her unnies had already done everything with him, spoke as though seeking advice.
“Haa~ Remember when we rescued that baby’s mom and went to the temple? That was the first time a man ever looked so cool to me.”
Even after watching countless movies and dramas, the image was completely different from any hero she had seen on screen.
Her heart had fluttered then, and ever since she had been painfully aware of Kim Jun. As she spoke, the corners of both Emily’s and Gaya’s mouths kept rising.
“Well, his face is pretty decent, and his strength is ridiculous, right?”
“You can tell just by looking at that pipe he lifted!”
The two readily agreed.
The pipe that drew water from the well pump all the way to the third floor—he had held it from above, but the way he had shouldered its weight and lifted the whole thing into place was impressive.
“His speech and behavior are a little old-fashioned though…”
The memory of his hand sliding toward her bra strap while touching her stomach, then downing whiskey like it was a penalty shot, still refused to fade.
“That oppa said it himself, didn’t he? He joined the army young and lived in the countryside, so he never got to enjoy his youth.”
“His whole vibe is pure redneck. Shotguns going bang-bang, motorcycle, pickup truck, military life in some backwater village. Wow~ I saw tons of guys like that in America.”
The Seoul top stars had only ever known people their own age who spent their time on online games, clubbing, or traveling—fellow celebrities or classmates with similar interests.
But Kim Jun had spent nearly his entire twenties in the military, then taken up farming, machine repair, and hunting in the countryside after discharge. He was clearly an unusual man, nothing like others his age.
Meanwhile, completely unaware he was the subject of their commentary, Kim Jun was outside searching for the remaining three.
“Hey! Where are you guys? Aren’t you eating?”
“Okay! We’re coming up!”
“If you’re going to exercise, do it inside!”
“Yes, we’ll be right there~”
The three ended their conversation there and headed up to the second floor.
But Do Kyung kept glancing at her two unnies, her mind tangled by the sounds she had heard that morning without seeing the act itself.
That night.
Kim Jun finished showering and lay down comfortably.
Once again he felt that familiar itch and went looking for Gaya or Emily, but for some reason both of them waved him off with their fingers.
Not just anyone else, but even Emily? Did something actually happen?
Kim Jun fell into quiet thought inside his room. He wondered if the other girls had begun to see him as nothing but a lecher.
With the situation unclear, he resolved to help more around the house after In Ah’s injury earlier that day.
He was just about to sleep when—
[Crackle— crackle—]
Unknown voice: “Krr~ Respond~ Over~ Uh… is this working?”
“What the hell?”
Thinking someone was playing a prank with the walkie-talkie beside his pillow, he picked it up.
Kim Jun: “Hey, who is this?”
[Crackle—]
Do Kyung: “Oppa~ It’s me, Do Kyung~”
“Hmm?”
The unusual atmosphere made Kim Jun sit up and turn on the light.
He cracked the door open, confirmed everyone else was asleep, and wondered if she was messing with him from the third floor.
“Why aren’t you sleeping? What are you doing?”
[Crackle—]
Do Kyung: “Taking in the night breeze~?”
Kim Jun: “…Where?”
Do Kyung: “The camper van where we drank coffee together last time.”
…
The timing was strangely perfect—exactly twenty-four hours after that frenzied morning.